Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Dean inspected his Colt revolver and new enchanted shotgun, and whispered to Sam, "Hey, look at this setup, feels like we're going to fight a medieval castle siege, only the opponents are horned bastards."

Sam felt the surge of power within him, his eyes grave: "The larger the scale, the greater the danger. Be careful, Dean. I sense more than one powerful evil aura in the town."

As the sun gradually sets, it seems to draw back a blood-red curtain for the impending battle.

Hundreds of witchers, this newly formed force that has grown from a loose group to a united one, are like a sword about to be drawn, its sharp edge aimed directly at the town of Rust, shrouded in darkness.

The air was thick with the scents of gunpowder, steel, sweat, and a tense atmosphere brimming with 'hope'.

"It's time, everyone follow me!" David glanced at his watch and shouted to the crowd.

The roar of the abandoned logistics warehouse area, like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, stirred up a horde of demons within Rust Town.

As David Xavier swung his heavy, enchanted battle axe forward, the long-dormant passion and fury of the demon hunters were ignited.

The crowd transformed into a tidal wave tearing through the setting sun, surging forward as if to rip through all the darkness, fight for a chance for humanity to survive, and prevent the night from falling.

David Xavier took the lead.

His body, which looked 20 years younger and brimming with power, was like a human tank.

There are no fancy techniques, only honed and instinctively ingrained killing skills.

A two-handed battle axe, as light as a door panel, seemed weightless in his hands, yet its swing was accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air.

A low-level berserker demon, its body covered in black mist, lunged out from behind the dilapidated gate of the textile factory, roaring as it swung its claws.

David neither dodged nor evaded; his battle axe swept upwards in a cold arc of light!

"Crack!"

Black mist rose, and the demon, along with half its body, was cleanly cleaved in two, its blood and entrails splattering all over the ground.

His eyes scanned the area, his steps never faltering. His battle axe cleaved and smashed, each strike landing precisely on the demon's most vulnerable joints, neck, or soul core with astonishing efficiency.

He charged ahead like a sharp spike, a pillar of morale, using his own strength and bravery to tear a gap in the demons' lines.

Sam, who was right next to him, had a different fighting style.

Black lines spread across his eyes as if they were alive, and his body emanated a chilling aura of demonic power.

No need for close-quarters combat.

Faced with the hordes of demons and skinners that surged forward, he stretched out his hands, and an invisible, sulfurous dark power fanned out from him into several streams.

The affected demons suddenly stopped in place, losing their ability to move.

Sam suddenly clenched his fist tightly!

The five demons struggled in vain as if being choked by an invisible giant hand, their bones creaking under the strain.

He was eventually strangled to death in despair, and black smoke escaped from his seven orifices.

His power became even stronger and more dangerous as the Apocalypse began and the gates of Hell opened, making him seem like a true elite demon. However, on the battlefield, he was the most effective means of clearing out and decapitating groups of enemies.

Dean maneuvered between the two, his fighting style more 'traditional,' yet equally deadly.

He holds an enchanted and enhanced gun in each hand.

Colt's Peacekeeper revolver fired accurately in bursts, while the newly acquired pump-action shotgun inflicted facial wounds.

But what truly set him apart was the gentle yet undeniably majestic angelic power that occasionally emanated from within him. When a hidden Shadow Demon attempted to ambush David from the shadows, a flash of white light appeared in Dean's eyes. He raised his hand and fired a shot, a bullet of solidified holy light arriving first, like a red-hot iron, searing the Shadow Demon and causing it to let out a shrill scream as its body disintegrated.

His angelic power also increased with the accumulation of the potion.

It can play a crucial role at critical moments, either by dispelling the influence of the demon's will on the masses or by purifying a small area of ​​black mist invasion.

Creating opportunities for comrades-in-arms is like a lighthouse in the darkness.

At the same time, the two teams responsible for the flanks also launched battles on the east and west sides simultaneously.

On the east side, Jack's figure weaved through the abandoned residential buildings, moving so fast that only a blur remained.

He abandoned the cumbersome rifle and instead dual-wielded a specially modified pistol engraved with anti-magic runes.

He was born a cowboy in the West and was known as the fastest gunslinger in the West before he became a witcher.

His marksmanship had reached its pinnacle.

Utilizing the characteristics of a revolver, three shots can be fired in a single blast, accurately hitting three different targets.

Now, after using the Witcher Guild's extraordinary potion, he can now fire five shots in one go.

The so-called 'single gunshot' is not the prolonged sound of two shots fired in succession, but a clear, crisp, and several times louder 'single' that you can only hear with your eyes closed!
Moving, aiming, and firing are all done in one smooth motion, requiring almost no pause.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and a dark corner of his heart seemed to see through the very essence of these demons before him.

The enchanted bullets, like a shower of flowers, precisely pierced the demon's eye sockets, jaw, and other locations.

These locations are the core of each demon's soul.

Just as a flying winged demon swooped down from the rooftop, Jack didn't even glance at it. He fired both guns simultaneously, the bullets drawing two intersecting arcs in the air, striking the winged demon at the base of its wings, causing it to plummet with a groan.

Like a dancer on the battlefield, he used dazzling skills and precision to efficiently clear out the demonic stragglers on the flanks.

On the west side, 'medium' Sarah's fighting style is even more bizarre.

He is widely recognized as the 'number one medium' in the spiritual medium community.

She stood at a relatively open crossroads, her eyes rolled back, chanting a chilling requiem.

As she chanted, dozens of translucent, tormented evil spirits, as if freed from their restraints, surged wildly from her own shadow and body.

These evil spirits, bound and driven by her in a special way, let out piercing screams and pounced on the oncoming demons.

They have no physical form, yet they can directly attack the soul of a demon, entangle, tear, and corrode it.

Under Sarah's tutelage, three of the evil spirits that had used demon potions were now no weaker than ordinary demons.

With these as the main force, low-level demons, under the siege of these aggregates of resentment, often go insane and even attack each other.

Sarah was pale, clearly under immense strain, but the horde of evil spirits she controlled successfully blocked the reinforcements from the western flank, relieving a huge burden on the main battlefield.

The battle instantly became intense.

The roar of the witcher, the howl of the demon, the clash of weapons, the roar of guns, the shrieks of evil spirits
All these sounds intertwined to create a 'bloody' symphony.

The light and fire of the enchanted weapons clashed wildly with the demonic black mist on the streets, sending the black mist soaring and filling the entire Rusty Town with an aura of death. (End of Chapter)